Willow's Child

Someday

Disclaimer:I own nothing, except Sophie.

AN: This will probably be the last chapter, but I do have a sequel planned, as well as my next fic, a Buffy-fied Beauty and the Beast, with Tara as Belle and Dark Willow as the Beast, being told to Sophie as a bed time story.

A little later, Faith crept out of her own room, heading towards Buffy's. She paused, smirking slightly at the noises that could be heard coming from Willow and Tara's room, before continuing. She knocked lightly on the door.

"B" she whispered. There was no answer, so she knocked again. "B, you awake?"

"I'm not trying to get into yours either" said Buffy. "I thought we could cuddle."

"Cuddle?"

"Uh-huh" Buffy nodded, patting the empty space again.

"Um.. okay" Faith slowly walked over to the bed and climbed in beside Buffy. Buffy slid closer to Faith and wrapped her arms around the younger slayer's waist. She planted a quick kiss on Faith's lips before laying her head against her chest.

"Okay, what did you want to talk about?"

"Well," Faith began, "you know all that stuff I said before about everybody who cares about me dyin?"

"Yeah."

"Promise me you won't. I need you to promise me you won't die, Buffy."

"You know I can't promise that, Faith" Buffy sighed, looking into the brunette's watery eyes, and placing a comforting hand on her cheek. "Our lives are dangerous, unpredictable. I can't promise you I won't die anymore than you can promise me you won't."

"I know that B" said Faith. "It's just.. last time you died, no-one really knew or cared how I felt about it, 'cause I was in Jail at the time, but it hurt, B, physically hurt. It felt like a part of me was bein' ripped away, and I knew you were gone. So I screamed, B. Everyone must have thought I was goin' crazy, but I couldn't help it, I fell to the ground and just started screamin'. Then I just felt kind of numb, and it never got any better until you came back. I lost ya once, B, I don't think I can do it again." Buffy pulled Faith into a passionate kiss.

"I can't promise you that I won't die" she said after they had broken apart. "We'll just have to promise each other that we'll do our best to live."

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the house, Willow and Tara lay in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"I missed this" Willow sighed happily.

"What, sex?" asked Tara, smiling.

"No, although that's great too. But it's the Tara-snuggles afterwards that I really missed." Tara nodded.

"You know, Willow-snuggles are pretty good too."

"Yup. And you know what else is good?" said Willow, grinning as she leaned closer to the blonde, "Smoochies."

"Of course," said Tara, leaning forward as she prepared to capture the redhead's lips with her own. "Can't forget the smoochies." The two wiccas shared a long, emotion-filled kiss.

"I really, really, love you too, Willow" said Tara, reaching out to tuck a few loose strands of red hair behind her lover's ear.

"Kennedy never really meant anything..."

"It's okay, Willow, you don't have to explain anything to me" said Tara. "I was dead, and you needed someone.."

"I needed you" Willow corrected her. "But I couldn't have you, and Kennedy somehow made me feel better, at least for a little while. But she couldn't replace you. No-one could ever replace you in my heart, Tara."

"And no-one could ever replace you in mine. I was always with you, Willow, always. Even in death I was yours. Who do you think let you out of those chains in the cave a few days ago?"

"That was you?" said Willow, eyes widening.

"Partly me" Tara admitted. "Cordelia helped me out a little, being one of the Powers and all."

"Cordelia's one of the powers?" Willow's eyes widened further, and she let out a small chuckle. "Wow, look out world, Cordy's in charge!" The two witches fell silent, and eventually, Tara fell asleep. Willow watched her for awhile, taking in the steady rise and fall, of her chest, listening to her occasional sleepy murmurs. The signs that she was truly alive. But it was late, and before long, Willow too had drifted off.

"Higher, higher, Mommy Willow, push me higher!" Sophie giggled. They were at a playground, and Willow was currently pushing her daughter on the swing.

"Okay, baby, hold on tight!" Willow smiled, pushing the swing. Sophie squealed in delight as she soared into the air. However, she became bored after a few more pushes, and went to play on the slide instead. Willow looked up at Tara, who was sitting at at a picnic table not too far away. She was bouncing a small blonde-haired baby dressed in little pink overalls on her knee. "Hang on" Willow thought to herself. "Where'd that baby come from? Come to think of it, Sophie does look a little bigger than I remember her.. Am I in the future?..."

At that moment, Willow woke, finding Tara propped up on one elbow, watching her.

"Oh. Okay" said Sophie. Willow let out a sigh of relief. Tara was a natural at this.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry you guys!" Dawn yelled, rushing into the room and grabbing Sophie's hand. "I was watching her, but she ran off on me. I'll just take her back downstairs. We'll watch TV, really loud, in the basement!"

"So did I" said Willow, smiling. "Our little girl's a mind-reader. She used to only be able to read me, but I guess now it works with both of us. Then again, maybe it always did, because it only happened when I dreamt about you." Tara nodded slowly, taking in this information, then smiled.

"So.. we all saw that baby, huh?"

"Uh-huh" Sophie replied.

"Well, who knows?" said Tara, "Maybe someday we'll find a way to make her real."

"Someday" Willow agreed, resting her head on her soulmate's shoulder. "We have all the time in the world."

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